by Dr. Susan Block. Now, more than ever, we need to “Make Kink Not War.” Rattled by battles, wars and more wars, including the war on women, plus rising inequality, tyranny, misogyny, insanity, political criminality, sex-negativity, truth-relativity, hyper-religiosity, murder, mass murder, appalling apartheid, worsening climate chaos and the nuclear Doomsday Clock at 100 seconds to midnight… like so many other thinking, caring humans, I feel like I’m losing my marbles and my mind at the same time. more

by Dr. Susan Block. Easter bunnies gather ‘round the Seder table in the Womb Room for Easter Eve, the second night of Passover and 4/20 festivities in the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in the Womb Room sanctuary of our new Bonoboville. Officiating in my Easter pastel pink and blue priestly robes, fringed tallit, a Medieval-style Christian cross and a Star of David (woven for me by Twin Towers inmates from the threads of their prison uniforms) around my neck, a “Lox et Veritas” g-string (made for a Sex Week at Yale when I spoke to the Chai Society), a Virgin of Guadalupe bracelet (given to me by Ana when I was in the hospital last year), a 420-green Agwa lei and matching JuxLeather finger flogger, big pink rabbit ears on my Easter hat and (off and on) Star-of-David shaped sunglasses, I, the Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, channel the spirit of the Great Bonobo Spring Easter Bunny 4/20 Matzah Goddess…

by Dr. Susan Block We’re having a heat wave, which sounds sexy but it’s kind of crazy. Is it normal? Is it the new normal? Fire tornados are whirling out of massive infernos, one the size of the city of LA. Scientists call it “climate change.” But our stabile genius Presidunce—his tiny orange hand spotted emerging from the Holy Fire by the artist Jeffrey Vallance — would sooner say “shithole” or “grab ‘em by the pussy” than those two dirty words: Climate change.

by Dr. Susan Block Happy International Whores Day! The more politically correct term is Int’l Sex Workers Day (though there’s something satisfyingly blunt and naughty about the word “whore”), and on this special holiday show, we celebrate and defend the human rights of sex workers of all kinds. Yes, indeed Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Porn Stars and Presidunces, Crusaders and Cam Girls, Sex-Workers and Johns, it’s Pride Season, and it’s time for Sex Worker Pride. Stop the War on Whores!

by Dr. Susan Block Teetering on the edge of the Trumpocalypse, we gather together in the Womb Room of the little Church of Bonoboville—singers and swingers, porn stars and comics, resistance fighters and even tRUMP supporters (well, one )—to commune, converse, confess, striptease, spank, lick-lick-lick and celebrate Bonobo Gay Pride, the climax of Masturbation Month, Memorial Day Weekend in all its barbequed glory and “Stormy Daniels Day.” Yes indeed, the beautiful City of West Hollywood just gave tRUMP’s one-time Mistress the keys to the city on a day (May 23rd) now and forever attached to her name. Having declared Stormy Daniels a great American hero of our times several months ago, I’m in full agreement with my old stomping grounds of the aptly abbreviated “WeHo.” May a porn star lead us, as we resist the madness, greed, violence and venality overwhelming our nation.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s mid-Masturbation Month in Bonoboville, and we celebrate the self-love season with a four-woman collective orgasmic squirting Motorbunny ride. American War Day It’s also Armed Forces Day (which even our own ex-military bonobos didn’t know about). Don’t we have enough military holidays? We’ve got Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day, Independence Day and now National Armed Forces Day. Why not just call it what it is: War Day. Or National Bomb Day? Drone Day? Killing Machine Appreciation Day?

by Dr. Susan Block Under a pink moon, Bonoboville celebrates my fabulous assistant Phoenix Dawn’s 28th birthday, filled with spankings, flogging, Bday cake sploshing and balloon-popping orgasms. Plus we gear up for the merry Masturbation Month of May and consider the thorny question of how to treat society’s Incel mass murder problem using socialized sex work and the Bonobo Way. Then we go back to spanking, sploshing and jilling off. It’s a helluva show!

by Dr. Susan Block It’s almost DomCon 2018, and my Womb Room goes wild with impact play orgasms, electric flogging, snaketail-whipping, four kinds of spanking, three types of twerking, and a big naked birthday cake splosh. It’s also smack in the middle of 4/20 Weekend. Boom Shiva! The world is getting crazier, but at least now we’ve got legalized weed to self-medicate (until Jeff Sessions’ goons arrest us all). Speaking of the world, it’s also the day before Earth Day, so…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our last live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2017, a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—or Trumpible, if you will, since much of the terror was caused by the Trumpus. Whether you loved or hated it, this year is in the rear (for my full year-in-review and unadulterated thoughts on the unbonobo presidunce and erotic resistance, see #GoBonobos in 2018, also in Counterpunch). Thus, with a fond farewell to this year’s 45 sensational shows, a Merry New Year and a very Happy Nude Rear to all, we present the 2017 SUZY awards.

by Dr. Susan Block. What a lovely, long, luscious Valentine’s Day weekend; from broadcasting live at the Golden Age of Adult Cinema with porn stars of the 1970s and 80s to a romantic, orgasmic Silver anniversary V-Day with my Valentine on Venice Beach… a place which, in many ways, has never left the 1970s and 80s.

by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, FemDoms, lend me your ears! I cum to bury Valentine’s Day (not to praise it)… and to resurrect the Lupercalia for modern times. Lupercalia is the original holiday of the heart, the wild municipal whipping party referenced most famously in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, which the Catholic Church sanitized and Hallmark commercialized into what we now call Valentine’s Day.

by Dr. Susan Block. Still *in recovery* from our scintillating New Year’s Eve bacchanal, we gather together in the Womb Room on our first broadcast of 2017, reflecting upon our 44 great shows of 2016, as we ceremoniously bestow The SUZY Awards for the fifth consecutive year. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of ‘peace through pleasure’ in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

7 Steps to Healing from Electoral Dysfunction + Trumpocalypse Prep & #NoProp60 Celebration in Bonoboville by Dr. Susan Block As Election 2016 finally heaves itself across the finish line, some celebrate while others mourn. Here in Bonoboville, we do both. We celebrate the glorious and just defeat of California Prop 60 which we worked our sexy butts off to beat, in an erotic rainbow of ways. And we mourn, oh yes, we mourn (most of us in black, sporting Brexit-inspired safety pins) for the seemingly moribund America of our sex-positive, multicultural, environmentally conscious, interracial, gender-equal dreams.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a whip-cracking, she-wolf-howling, floggerific Lupercalia to whip all other Lupercalias’ horny, heart-shaped butts into shape. Date-wise, we’re actually a tad late for the Lupercal. That’s because Capt’n Max and I were up at UC Berkeley for Valentine’s Day (the sanitized, Catholicized, Hallmark remake of Lupercalia), sharing our Gospel of the Love Apes on the high holiday of love at the heart (or maybe the spleen) of the love revolution in beautiful liberal Bezerkeley. My talk went great (blog, video and pix coming soon!), and we had a deliciously romantic and orgasmic Valentine weekend, plus there was even a Lupercalia party; it seems like everyone and their pagan grandma is going Lupey for Lupercalia these Februaries. Though this Berkeley Lupercalia was basically just a cake and cocktails, featuring some lovely Lupercalian Berkeleyans, but no flogging or even a light spanking. No offense to the horny and Lupey of Berkeley, but we just had to come back to Bonoboville to whip it good.

It’s my darling prime mate Capt’n Max’s biggest birthday bash yet, a rousing re-opening of the “Speakeasy” at Bonoboville in West LA, a slightly bumpy-but-über-fun first live broadcast from the new studios and an exuberant, orgasmic and fiery launch for The Bonobo Way – FREE on Kindle November 12-15! And no, you needn’t have a Kindle to take advantage; you can download a free Kindle app so you can read it on any smartphone, iThing, tablet or computer. Note: if you’re one of the fine folks who bought, received or wrangled a signed first edition print copy, you should still get the Free Kindle anyway because that’s where you’ll see the amazing full-color photos of both bonobo and human apes in action

We don’t realize it’s the Wiccan harvesting holiday of Lammas (Anglo Saxon: “loaf-mass”), a.k.a. Lughnasadh, until the last third of the show when sultry Cici the Wicked Wiccan Witch informs us as she strips down to nothing but her slave bracelets and lip gloss to perform Bonoboville Communion in honor of Lugh the Celtic god of corn and craftiness. But in retrospect, this whole show is a fitting celebration of the Wiccan “feast of the first fruits,” as the gals and guys of Bonoboville taste the fruits of each other’s nipples and toast the fruitage of our new social media site (inspired by the real bonobos). We’re still in beta, but getting’ bettah!

The best part of our 22nd Wedding Anniversary party was the after-party! Isn’t it always? Having just competed at the Exotic Dancer Invitational Competition, where she won for “Best Pussy,” at 3am, SHAY LYNN rushed in and rebooted the party with an electrifying jolt, turning it into our first full-blown KITCHEN TABLE ORGY, Shay splaying her amazing body upon the kitchen table and offered herself up for all of Bonoboville to feast upon. But unlike most meals, the more we ate Shay, the more Shay wanted to be eaten… as well as fingered and pretty much everything else, including Dark Phoenix’s scary-looking power tool sex toy that sounded like a buzz saw and felt almost as good as the Hitachi Magic Wand. Then Shay’s friend Selena took her place on the kitchen table as everybody’s breakfast. Selena had “never done this before,” but she pulled out all the stops as she opened her luscious body for the delectation of all, including her boyfriend AJ who screwed her so silly, I had to ask if she was all right (“Yes,” she said, she was having the time of her life). After several screaming orgasms, she begged her friend Cotti to go down on her. Though they’d known each other for years, their friendship had never before included sex, but Cotti slowly, teasingly granted Selena’s request, and the two girlfriends had a real bonobo moment of erotic truth. Meanwhile, Jux Lii was making Shay SQUIRT all over the kitchen floor, and oh so much more! You’ll just have to see it all here on DrSuzy.Tv. Now excuse me while I kiss the groom.

Seems like just 22 hours… but it was 22 years ago that I tied the marital knot with the love of my life, and Saturday night we commemorated that auspicious, legally binding (all that bondage language tells you something about marriage, doesn’t it?) human mating ritual with a rolling party at the Green Horse bar, a squirting-screaming orgy in the Bonoboville kitchen and another epic episode in the ongoing “show” that is our conjoined Saturday night lives...

As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.

Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

What a night! What an epic orgiastic celebration, an ecstatic affirmation and a grand finale to a really great run of DrSuzy.tv shows, salons, parties, pranks, commedia erotica and the most exciting “underground” events in the history of Downtown LA. What an awesome multi-orgasmic orgy!

As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.

Length: 97:33 minutes Date: 02/18/2012 Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

Date: 08/17/2012 Vegas is packed with people who play it safe in life, then blow all their hard-earned cash into the mouths of machines that light up like a lover’s eyes, mid-climax. Then there’s the sound of Vegas: all that beeping and squealing, bizarrely resembling orgasm after mechanical orgasm. As long as you keep caressing those sensitive slots with money shots, it never stops. Vegas-style gambling is a Weapon of Mass Seduction. Personally, I prefer to place my bets on my own relatively high-risk work and play: my amazing 20-year marriage that most folks said wouldn’t last, my unconventional sex therapy practice, my uncategorizable show and my belief in ethical hedonism and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. The odds of winning the kind of “games” I like to play are riskier than black jack, and the path to victory is a minefield littered with losers, lovers, foes and friends who trip your every step. But the joy is in the playing—in doing it, as the great gambler Sinatra sang, “My Way.” And every so often, if you play long, hard and “my way” enough, with a little help from Lady Luck, you might win.